He killed Yan Ziguo because Meng Hao had previously let him go, but today the opponent had reappeared, and clearly brought people to surround him. Therefore, once Meng Hao made his move, he would kill Yan Ziguo first.
It had not been half a year or a year since he entered the cultivation world. Meng Hao had a clear grasp of the law of the jungle. If he didn't act, then so be it, but once he did, he would show no mercy or pity, otherwise, he would be the one to die.
The sudden turn of events caused the faces of the surrounding Feng Han Sect disciples to change dramatically, their hearts filled with terror. But this was no time for them to be afraid; the three ferocious fog beasts from Meng Hao's painting scroll were snarling, already upon them. These beasts were formed from mist.
The three fog beasts looked ferocious, and when they roared, a terrifying pressure enveloped the area. From a distance, they looked like three dense black mists charging straight towards the group of people, colliding with the cultivators on all sides in an instant.
A resounding explosion echoed. Senior Brother Liu, who was at the ninth level of Qi Condensation, changed his expression. He waved his right hand forward, and immediately a red flag appeared before him. This flag unleashed a punch, and instantly a great fire erupted, covering an area of over ten zhang, shooting straight towards the three beasts.
At this moment, Meng Hao did not hesitate. His body sank, not towards the flustered cultivators, but towards the woman below, who was holding a sky-blue pearl in both hands, trying to maintain the formation.
The woman's expression changed to one of worry. She quickly retreated, but Meng Hao's speed was faster. As he approached, he waved his right hand forcefully. Immediately, the woman spat out blood, her body was swept up, and in her panic, she hastily let go of the pearl, causing it to fly out.
Although the woman was beautiful, everyone here was Meng Hao's enemy. Meng Hao coldly glanced at her, then extended his right hand in a void grab, and the pearl was instantly in his hand.
The moment the pearl was touched by Meng Hao, a resounding explosion echoed. The three fog beasts shattered, but Senior Brother Liu's flames permeated and surged forward, engulfing Meng Hao.
"You have quite a few treasures, but you dare to kill a member of my Feng Han Sect. Today, you must die!"
Senior Brother Liu's face was grim. The disciples behind him were all extremely disheveled at this moment, but that was secondary. Yan Ziguo's death made it difficult for him to explain himself upon returning to the sect. At this moment, he no longer concealed his killing intent towards Meng Hao.
Meng Hao said nothing. Almost as the flames rushed towards him, he slapped his storage bag with his left hand, and immediately a large black net appeared. Meng Hao swung this large net straight towards the sky, and in an instant, it pierced through the flames, which immediately dissipated. The black net grew larger and larger, heading straight for Senior Brother Liu.
Senior Brother Liu's expression changed. When he waved his right hand, a jade slip immediately appeared. After crushing it, his body momentarily blurred, narrowly avoiding the net's embrace. Although he dodged it, two people behind him were covered by the net, pinned down and unable to struggle. The black net seemed to carry a scorching force that burned their clothes, causing their skin to peel and flesh to tear, as if it wanted to dismember them.
Screams of agony rang out. This scene caused the faces of the Feng Han Sect disciples to turn pale, revealing extreme terror. Even Senior Brother Liu's eyes were wide with rage. He could not have imagined that Meng Hao possessed such a magical treasure.
This battle unfolded almost in an instant. Meng Hao's right hand tightly squeezed the pearl, which immediately shattered. With a loud boom, the surrounding sealing formation instantly flickered, beginning to dissipate. At the same time, Meng Hao's left hand formed a spell and pointed at the treasured fan beneath his feet. As the silver spear was pulled up, the treasured fan let out a boom, splitting into sixteen feather-like quills that circled Meng Hao, propelling him straight towards the revealed breach in the dissipating formation.
"Don't even think about escaping!" Senior Brother Liu slapped his glabella, then opened his mouth and spat out a streak of sword light. It was a translucent flying sword, as small as a pinky finger. Upon its appearance, sword light immediately filled the sky, flashing with numerous sword projections, chasing directly after Meng Hao.
Meng Hao's speed was extremely fast. Just as he was about to rush out, his right hand moved behind him. The black net let out a boom, and the two cultivators within it were torn into five pieces. A black light flashed, sweeping up their storage bags, and instantly returned to Meng Hao's sleeve.
It was at this very moment that Senior Brother Liu's spirit sword caught up to Meng Hao, about to pierce him in an instant. Meng Hao immediately felt an intense sense of danger. The power of the ninth layer of Qi Condensation was not something Meng Hao could resist, especially the sharp tip of that sword. Meng Hao's eyes flashed. The sixteen feather-like quills beneath his feet simultaneously coiled together, transforming into sixteen streaks of sword light, rushing straight towards Senior Brother Liu's spirit sword.
Rumbling sounds echoed. Eight of the sixteen feather-like quills shattered before the spirit sword was forced to retreat. The remaining quills returned to Meng Hao's side, once again transforming into the treasured fan, but its speed was noticeably slower.
"This treasured fan is missing a few quills, your speed is clearly slower!" Senior Brother Liu bared his teeth in a triumphant grin. But no sooner had he finished speaking than his eyes widened. He saw Meng Hao pat his storage bag, and eight identical feather-like quills flew out, instantly restoring the treasured fan to its complete form. It transformed into a rainbow, carrying Meng Hao far away in an instant.
"Damn it!" The killing intent in Senior Brother Liu's eyes intensified. His body flashed, and he immediately gave chase. Behind him, several other people remained. Seeing Senior Brother Liu pursue, they had no choice but to follow. They gritted their teeth, brought out their magical artifacts, and rapidly followed on the ground.
Only the female cultivator, whose cultivation was insufficient, hesitated at this moment and stopped, not pursuing.
Meng Hao stood on the fan, his expression gloomy. The death qi on his body was still emanating. He immediately took out the storage bags that the black net had swept up from the two cultivators. Meng Hao found several of the magical artifacts inside unappealing, and the pills were not as good as his own. However, in the second storage bag, there were a total of three white pearls, which were exactly what Meng Hao needed.
Meng Hao immediately took out one. As soon as he did, the death qi on his body immediately merged into it. After only ten breaths, this pearl had turned black and could no longer absorb death qi.
Meng Hao frowned, examining the pearl in his hand, but quickly let it go.
"I can't replicate it at this moment. After I escape from these people, I will replicate enough pearls. That will temporarily solve the problem of this death qi becoming a guide for the enemy." Meng Hao turned his head and glanced behind him. Thunder and wind roared, and spirit light filled the air. That Senior Brother Liu of the Feng Han Sect was relentlessly pursuing him. On the ground behind him, three figures were also desperately giving chase.